The tapes we play
Sing to me, oh resplendent reader. What are the lyrics running like children through your mind-yard today? Are you sure you meant to open the fence?
The glory of the understory
Sometimes you have to go undercover. Cover of darkness. Cover of velveteen blankets. Cover of time itself, the great unbroken string from the world’s sunrise through the circuit of stars and unto the veil between light and greater light. Um, or something like that.
Guest post: Felis Felicitous
My dad said lots of memorable, quotable things. Many of them were actual quotes, like, “This too shall pass.” He never quoted the source, but he often further explained that it’s as true of the good stuff as the bad, so enjoy every moment. He also once told me not to spend too much time […]
Leveling up
As you read this sentence, you’re getting older. Wait, you just did it again. Now you did it again. You can’t stop, and I won’t get in your way. But before we get all our farfalle twisted into bow ties of despair, remember: we’re not alone. The cats are aging, too.
Easy, easy
Oh my goodness. Listen up, kittens. I have very big news. I’m pretty sure I’ve found the single most catlike man who ever trod the earth.
Guest post: Sliding scales
Do you want to be unique? Do you want to feel special? Do you want to be recognized as being different from everybody else? Do you want to be a unicorn?
Better be like Betty
I’m not here to talk about Betty. I’m here to talk about Betty. Who, as it turns out, reminds me an awful lot of Betty.
They don’t mind
It’s true that a mind is a terrible thing to waste. It’s true that our 44th Vice President once opined, “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.”* But in the brain trust that is Tabby’s Place, it’s a matter of considerable debate whether or not one’s mind should be perpetually present.
Guest post: Half baked
Sometime in December 2021, my hubby M (not only for his first name, but also for MAGNIFICENT), a very large, Jewish man with a pretty big sweet tooth and a sad dearth of suppliers, bemoaned the lack of Christmas cookies that would be finding their way to his table and tummy for the holidays. Cue […]
Forever loved: Bucca
It was the height of foolishness to open my heart to a fifteen-year-old cat. It was also the closest I’ll ever come to wisdom.